Ancient poems describing summer (at least five)

First, Fan Chengda's Miscellaneous Seven in Summer Village in Song Dynasty.

Original text:

During the day, weeding in the fields and rubbing hemp thread at home at night, the men and women in the village took on all the housework.

Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.

Translation:

Weeding in the fields during the day and rubbing hemp thread at home at night, both men and women in the village have their own household affairs.

Although the children can't plow and weave, they have learned to grow melons in the shade of mulberry trees.

Second, Tang Li Bai's' Midnight Wu Ge Xia Ge'

Original text:

On the mirror lake, there are more than 300 miles, all of which are Ke and Ke.

Lunatone is picking lotus here, and all the people who come to see him are very anxious.

Less than a month after returning home, she was elected to the palace.

Translation:

More than 300 miles of Jinghu Lake are covered with lotus flowers.

Lunatone once picked lotus flowers here, which attracted tourists to watch and filled the Ruoye River.

Less than a month after returning to China, he was elected to the palace.

Second, Song Fan Chengda's Xi Qing

Original text:

Plums are ripe in the window, and bamboo shoots come out of the forest under the wall.

I don't even know if the rain will go in spring, but it will get deeper when it clears up in summer.

Translation:

Plums are ripe in the window, and bamboo shoots grow under the wall.

It kept raining, and when it cleared up, I didn't know that spring had passed, and summer was already very late.

Fourth, Tang Du Fu's Summer Night Sigh

Original text:

Before sunset, the inflammation was steaming and poisoning my intestines. Andrew Wan Lifeng, the wind is blowing on my skirt.

Kazuki Watanabe musicians are born in heaven, and there are few forests. The bitter nights in midsummer are short, and the entrance is cool.

When you see the slightest thing in vain, the feather bug flies. Things have no details and are adaptive.

Miss Pigos, and keep the border in poor years. Why are you washing and looking at each other?

Diao Dou was hit at night, and the noise was even 10,000 square meters. Although the purple is covered, it is better to return to China early.

North city is sad, storks fly. When the situation is troublesome, you will be tired, and when you think hard, you will be healthy.

Translation:

It's been a long day until dusk, and the heat of summer makes me feel like soup. How can I call Wan to fry clothes? The bright moon rises in the sky, and the sparse moonlight shines on the Maolin. Midsummer night is too short. Open the window and enjoy the cool. The night is very bright, you can see subtle things, insects are flapping their wings and flying. No matter how big or small the body of life is, of course, it is natural to enjoy itself.

So I thought of those soldiers who hold military power and guard the frontier all the year round. How can we let them take a bath? They looked at each other helplessly in the heat! Knocked Diao Dou all night, busy alert, loud voice resounded in all directions. Although the blue and purple official uniforms are added to them, it is better to go back to their hometown as soon as possible.

In the north of Huazhou City, sad beards rise, and storks fly around in sorrow. Alas, this eventful autumn is already very sad, plus the hot weather, irritability and physical fatigue, I can't help eagerly looking forward to a quiet time.

Five, Wang Songling's "Summer Drought and Bitter Summer"

Original text:

The wind didn't force out the heat in midsummer, and the Naxi sun seemed to have wings, hovering over the hills and refusing to set.

People are worried that the dry rivers, lakes and seas will dry up, and the Milky Way will dry up?

The high Kunlun Mountain is covered with snow all the year round, and the distant Penglai Island is cool.

I can't take the world with me in summer. How can I bear to roam freely alone?

Translation:

The breeze did not drive away the summer heat, and the sunset seemed to have wings, flying on the top of the mountain and refusing to fall. People are worried that rivers and lakes will dry up in this drought. Isn't God afraid that the Milky Way will dry up?

The towering Kunlun Mountains are covered with snow all year round, and the distant Penglai Island is cool that will never disappear. I can't spend the summer with the whole world. How can I bear to wander there alone?